So this is Fame?

I want space and I need distance.

It's not you it's me, atleast that's what I claim.

But this isn't Hollywood this is reality.

Highschool drama club led me to "Fame".
 
After Fame came nostalgia.

Thoughts of ,"what ifs",or "what could have been's".

When you left me I felt it worse than any insulin shot.

I think back to drama club now and then.

Anything to distract myself from the fact that "he" was good enough, but I'm not.

Proper etiquette be damned.

Strange,cringy, awkward and weird.

It's part of who I am.

I'm  more than tattoos, diabetes and a beard.

I'm different and that truth will forever be close at hand, rather I'll be  "wearing my heart on my sleeve".

Atleast that's what I hear from my brother.

It's the truths we want to forget that never really leave.